Riding on the "City of New Orleans"
Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail
Less fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mails
They're out on the south-bound odissey and the train pulls out of Kankoke
Rolling past houses, farms and fields
Passing towns that have no names and freightyards fullo f old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call
"City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
I was dealing cards with the old man in the club car
Yes I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
But it's twilight on the city of New Orleans
Talk about a pocket full of friends
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
With no tomorrow waiting 'round of then
Singing goodbye A-merica. I love you
Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
Singing Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Yes I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail
Less fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mails
They're out on the south-bound odissey and the train pulls out of Kankoke
Rolling past houses, farms and fields
Passing towns that have no names and freightyards fullo f old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call
"City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
I was dealing cards with the old man in the club car
Yes I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
But it's twilight on the city of New Orleans
Talk about a pocket full of friends
Halfway home, we'll be there by morning
With no tomorrow waiting 'round of then
Singing goodbye A-merica. I love you
Saying don't you know me, I'm your native son?
I'm the train they call "City of New Orleans".
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
Singing Good Morning A-merica. How are you?Yes I'm the train they call the "City of New Orleans".I'll be gone five hundred miles when the days is done
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